Chapter 58: Exclusive Attack Yandere
But that speed, in Duoluosa’s eyes, was still a touch slow.
She tilted her head slight, and the glinting thing zipped past her hair, snagging just a single strand.
“Thud!”
It embedded in the wall; Duoluosa glanced back—spotting a little knife.
Vicious enough—afraid one blade wouldn’t finish her, so a sleeve-stashed spare?
Prepared, huh? Backup plan, huh?
Duoluosa glared fury at the golden-haired girl before her, rage exploding past her crown.
“Slap!”
A palm cracked hard across Therilens’s face.
“Cough—!”
Therilens’s head snapped aside, cheek ballooning swollen—lips speckled with wet flecks.
But she didn’t rage; just fixed Duoluosa with a gaze of deep resentment and self-reproach—like blaming her own weakness for failing the kill.
The look ignited Duoluosa full.
At first, she’d held back—Therilens a Liang Lai pickup too; killing her might incense Liang Lai.
So just the slap, plan: restrain, then tattle.
Now? Therilens’d pushed her over; Duoluosa seized her arm fierce—fingertips crystallizing, solid flecks sheathing Therilens’s limb instant.
One squeeze now, and that crystallized arm’d shatter—beyond mend.
At the sight, panic finally flickered in Therilens’s eyes.
“No! You can’t!” She shrieked, thrashing wild back.
“Liang Lai… she won’t like broken kids!”
“Hah?”
“Hah?”
Duoluosa blanked a beat.
The girl, one twist from crippled—worried Liang Lai’d hate the maimed?
Even she, the twisted one, felt twisted.
And just then—Therilens’s shrill scream snagged Liang Lai’s ear, buried in the study poring over the original’s diary.
Liang Lai bolted room-bound near-flight.
Truth: she’d caught the knife-clatter on floor—but pegged it kid-bed-fidget, knocking stuff.
Then faint stirs; she’d eased up slow, prepping a peek—door nudged when the ear-splitting cry hit.
“What happened?!”
Liang Lai shoved Duoluosa’s door wide.
No time for answers; her candle’s glow lit the scene clear.
Right then: Therilens’s full arm crystallized—Duoluosa’s grip iron on it, eyes blazing fire.
“Duoluosa! Don’t squeeze her arm!” Liang Lai’s eyes bulged terror, yelling at Duoluosa.
The shout snapped Duoluosa lucid.
She sneered cold at Therilens, then loosed her hold.
“Lucky tonight—next time you sneak me, I won’t kill… but you’ll beg for it.”
Muttered low, Duoluosa backed off swift—tears flooding her eyes sudden.
“Liang Lai! She snuck in tonight with a knife—if I hadn’t reacted fast, she’d have slit my throat!”
She jabbed at the floor’s blade.
“Proof! She came to kill—I just defended! Waaah…”
Duoluosa straight-up snitched.
Liang Lai spotted the knife too—but no time to soothe Duoluosa’s sobs; priority: Therilens’s crystallized arm.
Delay, and that limb’d be lost.
“Wait, Little Duo—details later. Gotta fix this first!”
Liang Lai rushed to Therilens’s side, touching the crystallized arm with exquisite care.
Warm light bloomed from Liang Lai’s palm; Therilens’s rage and panic eased gradual.
She watched the gentle saintess before her, panic surging anew—her good hand snatching Liang Lai’s hem desperate, like fearing she’d bolt or ditch her.
Duoluosa’s frame went rigid; she shot Therilens a gaze of pure venom.
Sans Liang Lai? Another slap, hard.
The ruckus roused the other three; Asteris, Delucia, and Iluci trickled in.
Asteris and Delucia closed on Liang Lai, querying concern; Iluci hung outermost, uneasy eyes scanning the crew.
“She tried to kill me.” Duoluosa’s words fell blunt—silencing all.
And right then: the crystallization on Therilens’s arm faded full.
She wailed sudden—“Waaah!”—snot and tears flying as she lunged into Liang Lai’s arms.
The sight froze not just Duoluosa—but Asteris, Delucia, and Iluci too.
Snapping to, Duoluosa ground her teeth—storming behind Therilens, snagging her collar, yanking her from Liang Lai’s hold.
“Thump!”
Therilens sprawled graceless to the floor, tears teetering on her lashes.
Duoluosa burst into sobs too, clinging Liang Lai’s arm.
“Mom… she tried to kill me! I’m so scared…!”
Gone was the stiff old Duoluosa; now she knew Liang Lai’s soft spots cold—knew how to play it.
After all… her secret snitches to Liang Lai, her kid-smear tales? Veteran moves.
Duoluosa’s second “Mom” to Liang Lai; she froze a tick—then scooped her close, mouth parting for questions—when Therilens piped up again:
“I-I… don’t know what happened… No clue how… I…”
She choked, tears gushing like cheap beads—pattering the floor.
“By the time… by the time I came to… I was in a strange room… Big sis Duoluosa right there… Hadn’t figured it… she slapped me hard…”
Therilens sat grounded, wailing louder.But that speed, in Duoluosa’s eyes, was still a touch slow.
She tilted her head slight, and the glinting thing zipped past her hair, snagging just a single strand.
“Thud!”
It embedded in the wall; Duoluosa glanced back—spotting a little knife.
Vicious enough—afraid one blade wouldn’t finish her, so a sleeve-stashed spare?
Prepared, huh? Backup plan, huh?
Duoluosa glared fury at the golden-haired girl before her, rage exploding past her crown.
“Slap!”
A palm cracked hard across Therilens’s face.
“Cough—!”
Therilens’s head snapped aside, cheek ballooning swollen—lips speckled with wet flecks.
But she didn’t rage; just fixed Duoluosa with a gaze of deep resentment and self-reproach—like blaming her own weakness for failing the kill.
The look ignited Duoluosa full.
At first, she’d held back—Therilens a Liang Lai pickup too; killing her might incense Liang Lai.
So just the slap, plan: restrain, then tattle.
Now? Therilens’d pushed her over; Duoluosa seized her arm fierce—fingertips crystallizing, solid flecks sheathing Therilens’s limb instant.
One squeeze now, and that crystallized arm’d shatter—beyond mend.
At the sight, panic finally flickered in Therilens’s eyes.
“No! You can’t!” She shrieked, thrashing wild back.
“Liang